Today I’m thankful for Eric Johnson.
Johnson is a virtuoso guitarist from Texas. He was a child prodigy who managed to gracefully transition to adulthood and professional musicianship. This particular song is truly important to me.
I grew up in a house built in the 1940s. It had iron grates that covered the heating vents. During the winter I would always sit with my back facing one particular grate. My father would come and sit with me and we’d listen to this song. I was 5 or 6. Dad played guitar in a number of bands, which is probably why I had eclectic taste for a primary school student. I still have broad taste but I have always loved this song, and this specific performance of it. All rights belong to the musician.
